At that moment, the necklace in my hand became so heavy that I couldn't bear to hold it.
"Look.
A biased person doesn't even realize that he is biased.
Even my father, who is kind and indulgent to me in my mother's eyes, is biased." I thought to myself.
I suddenly lost my strength, as if all the life in my body had been sucked out.
Before I fell, I exerted almost all the energy available in my body and dragged myself back to my room.
I lay on the small bed and curled up in the quilt.
"It's time to leave this world.
Mom. Dad. I can't have the New Year's Eve dinner with you." I thought.
The night came. I saw fireworks exploding in the air outside the window.
I felt sorry for them as they would disappear into darkness like me on this bustling night.
I heard the sound of my exhalation.
I heard the sound of wind, water, cicadas...
Things grow, age, die, and are reborn at an astonishing speed.
Then, I heard a shrill whistle.
That was my dad's car.
But I couldn’t get up anymore. My phone rang several times, but I was too weak to pick it up.
My mother rushed into my room.
"Are you dead? I called you several times, but you didn't answer. Hurry up and let's go have the New Year's Eve dinner."